Shit, that's a look on Max's face, and Michael feels the panicked need to lie. "It's not it's--It's just" He flounders, glances at the door like he's thinking of making a run for it.
...He sags.
"It's acetone." Can he have the flask back now. "I was drinking acetone."
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Date: 2020-12-09 09:55 pm (UTC)...He sags.
"It's acetone." Can he have the flask back now. "I was drinking acetone."